Hideaway [NOOK Book]

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As an E.R. doctor, Cheyenne Allison is used to handling emergencies on a daily basis—until her own sister codes on the trauma bed. Devastated, Cheyenne retreats to an isolated farm in Hideaway, Missouri. But peace and solitude are in short supply in this picturesque Ozarks town. A dangerous vandal has the community terrorized, and Cheyenne finds an unexpected demand for her medical skills.

Mayor Austin Barlow is convinced the culprit resides with Cheyenne's charismatic neighbor ...

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Overview

As an E.R. doctor, Cheyenne Allison is used to handling emergencies on a daily basis—until her own sister codes on the trauma bed. Devastated, Cheyenne retreats to an isolated farm in Hideaway, Missouri. But peace and solitude are in short supply in this picturesque Ozarks town. A dangerous vandal has the community terrorized, and Cheyenne finds an unexpected demand for her medical skills.

Mayor Austin Barlow is convinced the culprit resides with Cheyenne's charismatic neighbor across the lake, Dane Gideon, whose ranch for foster boys has given rise to previous violence. Cheyenne distrusts Austin, while Dane inspires her respect, and perhaps something more—although she can't share the faith that sustains him as the violence turns deadly. Then Cheyenne, already pursued by a past nemesis, becomes the vandal's target, and she can only hope that Hideaway will prove her sanctuary…and perhaps a place to call home.

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In this gentle romantic suspense novel for the Christian market, a competent physician finds faith, love and healing after her world crumbles. When Dr. Cheyenne Allison is unable to save the patient she loves the most, she is threatened with a lawsuit and ordered to go on leave. Angry with God and at loose ends, Cheyenne repairs to a dilapidated house on 65 acres of land in Hideaway, a rural Missouri town where she hopes to find quiet and healing. But country life is anything but peaceful. It's not long before the good-looking divorc Dane Gideon cajoles her into helping with a dyslexic teen at his ranch for troubled boys, and the widowed mayor, Austin Bartow, angles for a date. Tension simmers when a vandal wreaks havoc on the town, and Bartow blames a boy at the ranch. Cheyenne finds herself caught up in the melee, which culminates when a beloved elderly friend turns up missing. The tension is low-key; the romance between Dane and Cheyenne simmers but never boils, and Cheyenne's search for faith is slow and rather refreshingly undramatic. Some scenes feel wooden, however, especially when a young teen is accidentally electrocuted and Cheyenne works to save his life. Genuine humor and an interesting cast of characters keep the story perking along, and although some of the plot twists are a stretch, there are a few surprises. CBA readers who appreciate escapist romance with a dollop of suspense should find this an enjoyable read. (Oct.) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
From The Critics
"Hannah Alexander . . . is masterful at creating places so real you'll be looking for them on the map; characters so endearing you'll think of them as friends. . .God's intimate involvement in lives shines through on every page." (Deborah Raney, author of A Scarlet Cord and A Vow To Cherish)
Library Journal
Forced to take an extended vacation after her brother-in-law accuses her of malpractice in the death of her younger sister, Dr. Cheyenne Allison gratefully accepts an offer to retreat to a co-worker's cabin in the Ozark town of Hideaway, MO. Instead of tranquillity, though, Cheyenne finds herself attracted to rancher Dane Gideon and caught in the middle of a feud between Dane and the town's mayor, who is convinced that Dane's foster children have been perpetrating a string of vandalism. When the pranks turn violent, Cheyenne discovers how faith is able to sustain people in helping them overcome their grief and fear. Coauthored by husband-and-wife team Dr. Mel and Cheryl Hodde, whose earlier collaborations (e.g., Sacred Trust; Solemn Oath) made good use of Dr. Hodde's medical expertise combined with Cheryl's writing experience, Hideaway is gripping and romantic. It may also have crossover appeal to fans of medical suspense and of such authors as Tess Gerritsen. Recommended for public libraries. [This is the first title in Steeple Hill's new trade paperback line of inspirational fiction, which will include romantic suspense, relationship novels, women's fiction, and thrillers.-Ed.] Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781426847257
  • Publisher: Steeple Hill Books
  • Publication date: 10/1/2009
  • Series: Hideaway (Steeple Hill), #1
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 256
  • Sales rank: 229,703
  • File size: 280 KB

Meet the Author

Hannah Alexander is the pen name for Cheryl Hodde, who uses the medical input from her husband, Dr. Mel Hodde, to write romantic suspense with medical emphasis, both contemporary and historical. Their first collaboration began with a blind date instigated by Cheryl's matchmaking pastor, and has continued for the fifteen years of their marriage.

Discover more about their work at www.hannahalexander.com
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Chapter One

The scream of an ambulance bounced through the mauve-and-burgundy corridors of the Missouri Regional Hospital on the west side of Columbia. An elderly man moaned. A baby's cry stung the air through the center of the eight-room emergency department.

Dr. Cheyenne Allison slipped into the untidy doctor's call room, closed the door and locked it.

 

If only she could collapse onto the bed stay there for a week. Or the whole.

Ordinarily, she could breeze through a twelve hour shift and still have enough energy for a nighttime jog along the Katy Trail. But today, at 2:00 p.m. she already felt as if she'd been on duty for twenty-four hours without a break. In spite of her flu shot, in spite of the antiviral she had begun soon after experiencing the first symptoms, she felt like the framed green-and-purple blob on the wall that some idiot had mistaken for art when this department had been remodeled.

She had a full-blown case of influenza.

 

Cheyenne

Dream on,

 

The telephone buzzed above her head. Without opening her eyes, she reached up and punched the speaker button. "Yes."

 

Dane read resentment in every movement.

 

Clint got out of the car, leaving the door open. "We've got another reluctant one for you," he said, loudly enough for his voice to carry back to the car. "Can't seem to convince him this place'll be like summer camp." 

Dane grinned. "Or boot camp."

 

Clint took Dane's hand in a firm shake. "Thanks for accepting Gavin. Knew you'd be perfect for him. Good kid."

 

The "good kid" flinched, shot a glare at Clint, crossed his arms over his chest.

 

"His room's ready," Dane said. "He's bunking with Willy." Clint had escorted Willy here four months ago, under similar conditions.

 

Richard Cook came striding around the side of the large, two-story house. Apron in place, hair combed back in a wispy gray cap, the older man -- who answered only to the surname that also described his job at the ranch -- walked across the barely green lawn and nodded to Dane. Willy came rambling up from the barn, obviously curious about his new roommate and -- just as obviously -- trying not to show it.

 

Dane grinned at the skinny fourteen-year-old who had taken so well to ranch life. Hopefully he would help Gavin settle in.

 

While the social worker turned to greet Cook and Willy, Dane stepped to the car, slid behind the steering wheel and closed the door.

 

Gavin breathed with studiously quiet drags, as if the activity caused him pain.

 

"I'm Dane Gideon."

 

Only a short break in breathing rhythm indicated the teenager had heard.

 

Knowing Clint, Dane surmised that the fifteen-year-old had been filled in on all aspects of his new home, from the duties he would have on this thriving ranch, to the size of the house, to the school he would be attending. No doubt he'd also been given thumbnail sketches of the other seven "inmates" at the ranch.

With a quick glance over his shoulder in the direction of the town, Dane allowed himself a moment of doubt. Was he taking on too much this time?

 

"You going to tell me your name?' he asked the teenager.

 

The kid's lips parted, his throat muscles worked, but no sound came out. He cleared his throat and turned to Dane with a garish smile. "Howdy, partner," came the mocking cadence of his surprisingly baritone voice. "You can call me Blaze. It's who I am, it's what I do according to my mama -- and mamas never lie, do they?" Bitterness dripped from his words.

"Depends. Did you set the fire?"

 

The smile sifted from his face like wisps of sand blown from the surface of a rock. "Think I'm stupid? If I say I didn't, you'll call me a liar. If I say I did, I'd belying."

 

"Then why don't we talk about that later? Right now, let's unload your things and show you around. Your roommate left school early so he could meet you as soon as you arrived. Since this is Friday, you'll have the weekend to settle in and learn your chores before we enroll you in school."

 

The kid's scowl deepened.

 

"Not going to no school."

 

"You don't have a choice, and neither do I, Gavin."

"Blaze! My name's Blaze. It's what my -- "

 

"You were acquitted."

 

"You want to tell me what I'm doing here, then?"

 

"You wouldn't be at this ranch if you'd been found guilty of a crime."

 

"But I'm not home with my mama, am I?"

 

It was Dane's turn to be silent. That was one of the most difficult things he had to deal with here -- boys who felt unloved, unwanted.

 

"You got that straight Gavin said. "My mama's judge and jury on this case. Long as I'm here, my name's Blaze."

Cheyenne pressed several facial tissues into her sister's left hand. "I know it's scary, Susan, but try to relax so we can get a good reading on your heart. You're going to be fine. I picked up on the murmur right away -- I think it's your mitral valve problem, but I want to make sure."

 

Susan nodded, blinking back tears.

 

When Cheyenne was in eleventh grade and Susan still in elementary school, Cheyenne had discovered her baby sister's mitral valve prolapse with her new Christmas present from her parents -- a stethoscope. From that time on, Cheyenne had taken Susan's condition on as a personal responsibility. It was what had motivated her through those first horrendous two years of med school.

She still took that responsibility seriously.

 

Susan's hand trembled as she mopped her face with the tissues. "It's never hurt like this before, Chey."

 

"Why don't you tell me what led up to it? Heavy exercise? Did something happen that upset you?" 

Susan hesitated, then nodded, glancing at the others in the room. "I guess you could say that," she murmured.

 

Cheyenne respected her sister's unspoken plea for privacy. She glanced at Ardis, who stood in her usual spot, checking the monitor while the tech from Respiratory handled the EKG machine.

 

The tech handed the printout to Cheyenne, then disconnected the leads from Susan's chest. "Want me to leave the machine in here, Dr. Allison?"

 

"Yes, we'll do another test after the heart rate slowed down and we get rid of the muscle-tremor artifact." Cheyenne gave her sister a reassuring grin. "It looks good, but we need to find out what's causing this."

 

"I've never felt like this before, Chey. I'm sorry to be such a big baby, but it scared me."

 

"You're no baby. Are you sure the pain doesn't radiate to your jaw or your arm? Nothing in your back?"

 

"My hands feel tingly."

 

"Both of them?"

Susan flexed her fingers. "Yes."

 

"That could be from hyperventilation."

 

"Is this what they call a panic attack?"

 

"It could be." Panic attack would have been Cheyenne's diagnosis if this were anyone else. But Susan was not one to panic. So what had sent her heart in to overdrive?

Susan inhaled deeply and closed her eyes, but they flicked open again when the outgoing EKG tech greeted the incoming radiology tech, who pushed a portable X-ray machine in front of him.

 

"Susan, we're going to get a picture of your chest," Cheyenne explained. "Just relax. You know I'll take care of you." She leaned over the bed and held her sister's gaze.

 

Susan took another deep breath and laid back, the midnight strands of her shaggy-cut hair spraying across the pillow. She looked up at Cheyenne, dark eyes filled with trust.

 

Cheyenne squeezed her arm. "You want me to have the secretary call Kirk?" 

"No!" Susan's head raised from the pillow once more. "Please, I don't want him to know about this."

"It's all right," Cheyenne said. "I won't call." She stepped out of the room long enough for the tech to get the X ray of Susan's heart -- just in case. "It's going to be okay,' she called reassuringly from the doorway.

 

What was the problem between Susan and her husband?

 

Chapter Two

Dane stood beside Clint at the far edge of the yard and watched Willy and Gavin walk toward the barn -- Willy's typically talking hands graced the air to emphasize whatever verbal point he was trying to make with Gavin.

 

What a contrast -- the scrawny fourteen-year-old with closely cropped brown hair and glasses was nearly a head shorter and fifty pounds lighter than Gavin. Where Gavin had muscles, Willy had skin. Where Gavin had dreadlocks, Willy had -- practically -- skin.

"The dreadlocks will take some adjustment," Dane said.

 

Clint chuckled. "For Blaze or for you?"

 

"For Hideaway. And I refuse to call him Blaze. It's derogatory."

 

"You've been living out here in the sticks too long, Dane. You need to get to the city more often."

 

"No, thanks."

 

"Still hiding out?"

 

"I'm not hiding from anything." Dane used his "back off" voice as he nodded toward Gavin. "He's already got two problems fitting in."

 

"Do I want to hear this?"

 

"He's a 'ranch kid,' and he's got dark skin."

 

"Hold it." Clint made a show of covering his ears. "It isn't politically correct for me to hear this."

"You don't like the term ranch kid?"

 

"You know what -- "

 

"Deal with it. That's the way it is here. When I came to Hideaway, I moved back twenty years in time -- in some ways, more like fifty. Many of the natives have been here for two or three generations. They hate change. Many of them are still leery of me because I'm divorced with no children of my own. And it's no coincidence that everyone within a ten-mile radius of Hideaway looks askance at Jason because he has a deeper tan than most of the natives."

 

"Then move somewhere else. Take the kids with you. You can afford that."

 

Dane shook his head. "I belong here."

 

Clint snorted. "I suppose God told you that."

 

Dane ignored his friend's cynical tone. "We all have our place in life. I've found mine." He watched with growing interest as Willy introduced Gavin Farmer to Gordy, the most cantankerous cow of the herd, through the barn lot fence. Gordy was short for Gordina -- the name of a bossy woman he had admired in his church.

"A perfect place," Clint murmured. "Taming wild teenagers to become model citizens? Putting up with Austin Barlow every time he wants to make a target for one of his special vendettas -- ?"

"I hate to admit this, but I'm enjoying the challenge of those vendettas. Austin isn't invincible." Dane gestured toward Gordy. The cow stood close to the fence, allowing Gavin to scratch her ear. "Would you look at that? I've never seen her do that before."

"The kid has a way with animals. He worked with his father in his veterinarian practice."

 

"I knew from the report his father was a vet, but it didn't give much information about the mother," Dane said. "Any insights there?"

 

"All I know is the parents were long estranged, and that she had her own demanding job. Wouldn't even leave it long enough to collect her son when his father was killed in the wreck last year. Social services stepped in, suggested foster care, placed him and he ran away. His mother finally, reluctantly, agreed to take him, but three weeks after he moved in with her, their house burned down."

"None of that's in the report."

"We don't always put everything in those reports, because we don't always have all the information we need."

 

"So what does the kid's mother do?"

 

"She's a manager for a fast-food chain down in Arkansas. She does pretty well, seems efficient at her job, but when it came to Gavin, she couldn't cope."

"So she claimed Gavin deliberately set fire to their house?" Dane exclaimed. "Does she have any reason to believe that?"

 

"Only an episode when he accidentally set the living room on fire when he was a child."

 

"Nothing since then?"

 

"Not on record."

 

Dane gave him a quick look. "That isn't reassuring."

"He's an innocent kid caught in a mess, Dane."

 

"You're sure? I've got seven other kids to think about, and the town is always watching -- "

"Give him some time and see what you think," Clint said. "Anyway, his mom isn't able to keep him. I feel he needs a mother, though. Frankly, you weren't my first choice for him -- you don't even have a woman on the ranch, unless you count Gordy."

 

"She's a good mama. Her calves always grow well."

 

"Think you can work one of your miracles, Dane?"

"I don't work miracles."

 

"You seem to know Somebody who does."

 

Cheyenne wrote discharge orders for two patients, washed her hands and replaced her mask. When she entered Susan's exam room again, no other medical personnel were there.

Cheyenne closed the door behind her and went to her sister's bed. "How are you feeling?"

 

Susan nodded. "Better. It doesn't hurt as much. By the way, what's with the mask?"

 

"Flu." Cheyenne slumped onto the stool beside the bed. "I don't want to risk passing it on to a patient." She tapped the mask with her fingers. "This is just a precaution don't feel too bad." Liar. You feel wretched. "Your lab reports all look good, but let's get a repeat EKG before I discharge you. Now that your heart rate is slower and you aren't shaking so badly, we'll get a better reading."

 

Susan nodded.

 

"Speaking of shaking," Cheyenne said, "what could have set this off? I've never known you to have a panic attack before."

 

"So you think that is what happened?"

 

A question instead of an answer. "I don't know for sure, but that could have been what disturbed your mitral valve. I've already scheduled an outpatient echo for you for next Monday."

 

"Oh, Sis, do we have to do that? I don't really want Kirk to know about -- "

"We have to make sure that valve isn't going to cause any major problems." Cheyenne touched Susan's left hand. "I'm not taking any chances with you. If you're worried about Kirk knowing, I'll have the hospital send me the bill." But why shouldn't Susan's husband know?

"No, don't do that. It's . . . it isn't that bad."

 

Cheyenne leaned forward. If it wasn't that bad, why was Susan suddenly avoiding eye contact? "I know you don't like to take medication, but I've ordered something to calm you down."

 

"A tranquilizer?

"Yes. You won't have to worry about any more needles, since you already have the IV. It won't fix the problem, but it might help make everything more bearable until we can find the real culprit." But of course the real culprit was Kirk Warden -- Cheyenne had known that for some time.

 

Susan swallowed, then nodded. "Could you give me something . . . to take with me?"

 

"I'll write you a script." Cheyenne hesitated. "You'll need a ride home. I'd let you take my car, but you can't drive under the influence of this medication. If you can't call Kirk -- "

"I'll get a taxi. Can I work? I have an appointment with a client whose house I'm decorating this afternoon. She's a neighbor who lives just three houses west of us, so I won't have to drive there."

 

"Sure, you can work . . . if your client doesn't mind a little drug-induced creativity." Cheyenne got up, battling a wave of nausea. "Since you're getting a taxi, I'll dispense some tablets for you here so you won't have to stop at a pharmacy."

"Thanks." Still no eye contact.

Cheyenne leaned closer. "Honey, what's going on with you?" Susan dabbed at her face with a tissue. "It's no big deal, Sis, okay?"

"Wrong answer. I'm your doctor right now, not your sister. You don't have panic attacks for 'no big deal'. What happened with Kirk today?" Please talk to me, Susan. The sound of another ambulance siren barely reached them from the highway.

 

"We had a little disagreement over the telephone," Susan glanced toward the closed door. "Are you sure no one can hear us?"

 

"Positive."

 

"I decided to file my taxes separately from his this year, When I told him, he went ballistic. I wouldn't have done it, except I've been comparing notes with his secretary, and we don't jibe. If he's cheating on taxes, I don't want any part of it."

 

Cheyenne closed her eyes, glad the mask over the lower portion of her face would conceal some of her dismay.

 

"If he finds out she talked to me, he'll fire her," Susan said.

 

Anger intensified Cheyenne's nausea. For her sister's sake, she had put up with Kirk's borderline antagonism since he and Susan had become engaged eight years ago. Cheyenne had sat through countless uncomfortably silent dinners, had timed her visits to the house when Kirk would be at work, had run interference when Mom and Dad flew up from Florida to visit. Occasionally, Susan spent the night with Cheyenne, when Kirk was out of town on business -- he had his own computer networking firm.

 

"The stress with Kirk could be a trigger for your chest pain," Cheyenne said.

 

"I'm not sure what I can do about it."

 

Cheyenne decided not to mention the obvious solution. "What else is going on with you?"

 

Susan looked down at her hands, picking at her cuticles. "Kirk isn't . . . always happy with me."

 

"Happy in what way?"

 

"The problem is, he thinks I've become too independent with my business, and he's decided to tighten the reins."

 

Those weren't reins, they were more like screws. "In what way?" Cheyenne asked gently.

 

Susan closed her eyes and raised a hand to her face -- a shaking hand. "He's taken all the money out of our joint account and placed them in a different bank, using his name alone."

 

Cheyenne willed away her own outrage. Susan couldn't handle that right now. "Do you think he's planning to divorce you?"

 

"We don't believe in divorce."

 

We? Was Kirk cheating on his taxes but still pretending to be some upstanding, good "Christian" man? What a laugh.

 

"I just don't know what to do next," Susan said. "It's so . . . so hard to realize that the man I married isn't the man I'm married to. You know what I mean?"

 

Cheyenne nodded, though she didn't really know. Her whole life had been caught up in her career, with only one serious relationship. That had ended in pain when the man she loved couldn't endure her hours -- or her success. "You could move in with me, Susan. You'll never have to put up with that kind of treatment while I'm alive."

 

"I'm the one who got myself into this mess," Susan murmured. "I'll stick it out."

 

Cheyenne bit her tongue and remained silent. Blast the too holy standards of Susan's religion. Didn't anyone at their church see what a hypocrite Kirk was?

 

"If you need money to get you by -- "

 

"Chey, I'm doing fine." Susan touched Cheyenne's arm.

 

Copyright © 2003 Hannah Alexander

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  • Posted July 2, 2012

    Cheyenne experiences as a doctor, one of life's biggest fears, t

    Cheyenne experiences as a doctor, one of life's biggest fears, the loss of a loved one. She didn't understand how the sister she lost could love a God that allowed her to suffer with a husband that claimed to be a Christian yet abused his wife. Confused and grieving she is forced to escape her normal routine to a friends hideaway home in the Ozarks. There she finds solace in the people of Hideaway. She's instantly involved in these heartwarming characters lives as they pull her into their world. You'll love the characters and immediately connect with them too!! I didn't want to put it down... especially towards the end... because I didn't want it to be over. The love and support that Cheyenne receives begins a huge transformation in her life. Really liked this one!!

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  • Posted February 4, 2011

    Engaging Suspense

    The authors, a doctor and his wife, write books you can't put down. Well developed characters and interesting locales keep the book moving at a rapid pace. This is a very good read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 14, 2008

    Troubles Abound

    If you don't like cussing, drinking, sex & carrying on then you will like this book. The book smoothly progresses from one scene to the next. The main character is Cheyenne. You get to know the character & understand why she makes the choices she does. There is a build up of suspense as people & their lives are added to Cheyenne's life. There are wonderful characters that she becomes friends with. This is not a fast-paced book. You get to know the characters. There is more than one mystery in this book which makes you want to know how it all ends. There is an anti-climax that involves Cheyenne's brother-in-law that is satisfying. This book is a good read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 18, 2006

    ok

    While this was classified as romantic suspense, I would have to disagree. The romance between Dane and Cheyenne was innocently sweet, but where was the suspense? The events in the story did not build up to the suspenseful climax. There was none! The plot was weak, I was more interested in the situation with Cheyenne's sister than what was going on in the town. The vandal in a suspicious small town idea has been overused and that definitely did not help the lacking storyline. The only reason I gave this book three stars was because I liked the romance between Dave and Cheyenne. There just was no suspense!

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